Author's Note: I wanted to write something for YaoiOverlord. This was what YaoiOverlord wanted:

I'd be honored :D
Hmmm, A GaaraxLee fic.
Lee in a skirt, Gaara loves lee's ass, and They end up fucking to a Down song.

Your wish is my command!

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All felt is hope

To spilling over

Needs are a passing memory

Fear not worthy

Belief

A martyr's burden

Down was blaring in his ears, Heaven upon capable shoulders, when it happened. Dissuade your charge, that skirt was skintight, curving and flexing around that perfect heart-shaped ass, Arrive in commonplace with the elect. Oh, fuck, his pants were getting tight the longer he stared, Size up the furthest plateau. Another half of an inch, if the woman just slanted the slightest forward, Inside the soul of saints… he would be able to catch a glimpse of just what that skirt was hiding. Thong or bikini?

The old dog has to learn a new trick and more

Or the next trick will be on him…

And then, for one reason or another, he got the faint sensation that he was being stared at, I've drank the oceans dry…

Gaara of the Sabaku family forced his gaze upward till he met dark, dark eyes and blushing red cheeks and mutely moving peach lips, I've stopped the time… This woman, he surmised as they shared a small staring contest, was no woman, Embraced the riddle of regret, again and again, and his half-hard interest turned into a full blown erection.

Desire

Haunts me long

The guy, dressed for some reason in the tightest, third shortest skirt he had ever seen, noticed this too and whatever he was saying suddenly came to a dead halt as his mouth hung limply open, The light of three suns and one star.

He wasn't the only one to notice, but he was the only one who kept staring, Watch over me… Not a lot of people cared for what happened on a community train, A square will never fit a circle.

Gaara took out an earbud and addressed the horrified man with the calmness only seen during the eye of a hurricane, No hope. "Want to go on a date?" No joke. It sounded like a question, but a single look at his face must have told the skirt-wearing boy that it was a demand, Both bookend burned.

He didn't even bother trying to say no, I've drowned in oceans mine

I woke the dead

And still the dry bones

Live again

And again with me…

His name was Lee Rock, Gaara learned, Desire, and his favorite color was green. He was a candy striper at the local hospital, Haunts me long, and enjoyed performing taijutsu at an obscure dojo. And the reason why he had been wearing a skirt that faithful day, The light of three suns and one star, was because he had lost a bet and had been ordered to undergo the rest of the week in skirts, first skirt having been chosen by the same person he lost the bet to.

This was the last day of the same week, No higher, and Lee had let him choose out his skirt for the day. He chose the shortest pleated skirt to be found within a ten mile radius, bright orange and not even long enough to hide Lee's squirrel-patterned tight briefs, Keeps us strong.

Down was playing in the background, fatefully the same song he had been listening to when he had first met Lee and his perfect, come-fuck-me-hard ass, The light of three suns and one star…

Lee tried to make the hem of the skirt longer by pulling on it, face stained scarlet and looking at Gaara with the closest thing to hatred he had yet to witness in his eternally dark eyes, Watching over me.

"Did you expect me to do any different?" he asked almost innocently, In me… watching closely over me.

"You're right. What was I thinking?" Lee was honestly berating himself over this, Gaara could tell, In We, moving with in you and me.

Gaara got off his bed, In deep, our own ideology, and put his hands on Lee's deceptively thin hips, liking how the older boy, arched helplessly into his touch. "It's not like you're going anywhere today." In me… x-ray hanged for all to see.

"I-I'm not?" Naked… frenzied, and we're freed.

"Today, I'm going to throw you in my bed and fuck you raw because I can't not fuck you anymore." Our own ideology…

"That's crude, Gaara! Nnh, geh…" Desire. Lee's hands bit into his shoulders, nonetheless, and squeezed as his head fell forward and his legs spread, Haunts me long, to give Gaara's perverted touches more room.

Gaara pushed Lee's shirt off and slid his briefs free, The light of three suns and one star, but kept the skirt on as he picked Lee up, surprisingly heavy, and splayed him over his bed. He stepped back, No higher, and stripped down under Lee's hungry, innocent gaze, very much aware that this would be their first time together and Lee's first time ever. It was a good thing Lee liked his devious, hardcore manner, Keeps us strong, or else what he was about to do would scar him for life.

He dropped to his knees on the mattress, The light of three suns and one star, and stalked over Lee's incredibly smooth, unbelievably slim, sexy body.

"Gaara…" Watching ME…

"Don't worry, Lee, I'll take care of you." Three suns and one star

Watch over me.